"Leave whelp."
The elf tries to get up but is frozen up to his chest by Sylphaera. She scowls at the young elf for disturbing their peaceful walk.
"Enough Valerius. You dishonor yourself with this show of childishness."
Valerius is distraught at the words, but has no chance to speak as Sylphaera pulls Godfrey away. After walking for a while, she apologises to Godfrey.
"I am sorry Godfrey. The Firemaw's have been pushing for a marriage since before I was born. I assure you that there is nothing between-"
Godfrey raises a hand and strokes the top of her head. He only answers with a smile, for Sylphaera, that is enough. She smiles back sweetly and they make their way to the tailor.
A few minutes later, Godfrey and Sylphaera are in matching attire. Queen Elicia squeals in delight when she sees this sight and commissioned a painter for after the ball is done.
The queen enters first and instructs the duo to follow after a moment.
